Disclaimer: I don't own The Undertaker, Kane, Lita, Christian, Shane McMahon, Kurt Angle or any other real WWE superstars I may have mentioned. Though I do own Damien, Eidur and some other names.
Chapter 1- Dawn of a New Era.
The power cut. All the lights went out and the microphone no longer projected the voice that spoke into it. Minutes before two wrestlers were stood in the centre of the ring. A man held the microphone; he wore a black t-shirt with a sleeveless denim jacket over the top and jeans. His hair was blonde, but the spiked up tips had been dyed brown. Beside him, a little behind was his twin sister. She too wore jeans, but hers were baggier. She wore a dark green t-shirt under her 3-quarter length brown coat. Her hair was dark brown but was cut short like her brothers. At first appearance you could think she was a boy too.
The 2 20-something wrestlers had the crowd going wild. Not a boo in the arena. The fans had been waiting for this moment for weeks, seeing the promos every Raw. They had been introduced as 'The Twins' and 'The Angel and the devil'. Butch being the angel and Mary being the devil. The build of both of them showed excellence and they had been wrestling together all their lives. They were both set for big things. But there was one thing about this pair that had made the fans so crazy. They were the twin children of legend wrestler The Undertaker.
Backstage the electric and lighting crew were going berserk. Nothing like this had been planned, but nothing seemed to be wrong with the wires either.
A middle-aged woman with dashing red hair stood outside a block of flats. Pressing the buzzer to her son's apartment. She waited for her son to buzz the door open but he didn't. She sighed as she rummaged through her handbag looking for her keys. After finding them she unlocked the door and went in. She walked up the stairs in her heels and reached her son's flat on the 3rd floor. The door wasn't open as it usually was when he knew she was coming. She took her key again and opened it.
Seeing the lights and heating was off she began to get worried. It was a Saturday; her son was always home at this time. She walked down the hall and checked the kitchen, nothing; the living room was empty too. She called her son's name but there was no reply. Then she noticed the paper lying to the coffee table. Picking it up she read the words to herself.
The note read:
Dear Mum Dad or whoever finds this.
I've gone, I've left this flat, next to this note should be my final rent I owe. If you wonder where I have gone I am not saying, but you will find out within a week of finding this note. I hope you have happy lives without me and the troubles I cause.
See you sometime,
Damien.
The lights had only been out for half a minute. The fans were confused, so were Butch and Mary. They remained mid-ring waiting for the return of the power. But they got something no one expected.
Flames came up from the four corners of the ring, at the same time flames came up from the titantron.
Shock expressions could almost be seen on Butch and Mary's faces. The flames had caught them off guard. They hadn't been told of anything like this happening.
The lights finally came back on again and Butch tried to cool down before carrying on talking to the crowd. But the crowd were no longer interested. Most had now noticed the man standing on the ramp that lead to the ring. Butch and Mary noticed the crowd's interest and turned to look.
On the ramp stood a familiar face to them. He was wearing wrestling gear. His tights were mainly red but had a bit of black on too. His hair was red and was spiked up it seemed to represent flames. His face wore an angry expression, his eyes fixed on his cousins. Butch and Mary stared back in horror, they had no idea what Damien was doing here. He was slowly walking towards the ring. Butch and Mary stood their ground. They knew how to handle Damien; he hadn't had as much wrestling experience as them. Suddenly Damien ran and was headed for the ring. He ran straight for Butch and clotheslined him to the ground. Mary wrestled Damien of Butch but he turned to her and punched her in the face.
Shane McMahon's music hit and the owner of the WWE stood on the titantron.
"Stop this stop this!" Shane called down from the titantron. Immediately Damien moved away from the twins and turned to Shane.
"Who, in the hell, are you?" Shane asked the man who interrupted the biggest moment of WWE Raw that year.
"My name is Damien," he announced.
"What the hell you doing beating up my newest wrestlers?" he asked, live on air.
"They're not your newest wrestler, I am," he said. Shane scratched his head and thought for a second. He took a second look at Damien.
"Damien? Damien do I know you?" he asked recognising his name and face.
"You knew my father and my mother," the menacing voice said, "my mother is Lita and my father is Kane." The crowd went crazy at the news. The legend Kane and the woman's wrestler Lita's child that had been involved in one of the biggest controversial storylines from 25 years ago was here. Shane looked shocked now, but knew giving Damien a contract would make the business bigger.
"You want a contract with me?" Shane asked, "You can, just beat those two in a handicap match first, that match is going to take place next week. At Bad Blood." The crowd went wild. Damien's intimidating smile immerged on his face but Butch and Mary certainly weren't pleased.
"We weren't set to wrestle at a PPV till the next one!" Mary yelled to Mr. McMahon but he didn't listen, after all he knew this was best for the business didn't he.
"Amy, Amy come quick," a large man called to his wife as an alarming sight was on his tele. His missing son had turned up in his old business, the WWE.
"What is it?" she asked entering the living room still drying a glass in her hands. As she saw the TV screen the glass slipped from her grasp.
"Damien? What…what's he doing there?" Glen, more widely known as Kane, asked himself.
"Shane's put him in a match?" Amy cried, "He's unstable, he'll annihilate them!" Seeing who he was booked in a match with came to no surprise to the couple.
"Oh god," Glen said, "He's wrestling Mark's kids, Oh god, oh god," he said rubbing his face with his palms.
"Where are they," Amy questioned to see if they were in a near-by city.
"The other side of the country! Oh god!" Glen cried, knowing he could only sit back and watch.
"Damien!" Mary yelled at her cousin when they got backstage.
"Hey guys," he grinned disturbingly.
"What are you doing here? This was our night!" Butch yelled at his cousin.
"Problems?" the General Manager of Raw Kurt Angle asked his newest superstars.
"Yes, why is Damien here?" Mary asked her boss.
"I invited him," he said to Butch and Mary's shock, "He'd been bugging me for a contract for a while but I said he'd just be living in his father's shadow. But then Shane goes and gives you two a contract? It was only fair business," Kurt explained.
"Kurt, so you're the one that brought Damien here," Shane said overhearing his best friend.
"Well yeah," Kurt replied.
"Look, I know I've given you the GM job but I told you it doesn't involve hiring people," Shane explained. Kurt tried to tell him about when he was the GM on Smackdown years ago but Shane interrupted, "You don't work for my Dad you work for me. But…" Shane took a good look at Damien, who was standing by Kurt's side, "you've done a good job anyway, just next time run it by me before you have your latest monsters running the show."
Then Shane left, leaving Damien and Kurt looking smug, to Butch and Mary's disappointment.
"Well it don't matter, Damien, 'cos Bad Blood will be the death of you," Mary said in an intimidating tone, though Damien didn't feel threatened.
"Mr. Angle, Mr. Angle," one of the shows writers came running into the group, "We can't have Butch and Mary introduced as The Angel and The devil anymore."
"What? Why?" Butch asked, loving being Butch 'The Angel' Calaway.
"Because Damien here is the devil isn't he," the writer said.
"No! People already know me as 'The Devil'" Mary said defending her nickname
"Sorry, but that's a great idea," Kurt said, "You can both be Angels, Damien's The Devil. Like good versus Evil in the battle of the cousins," he smiled happy with sentence.
"So how's the match going to end at Bad Blood?" Butch asked the writer.
"Erm…" he said, thinking on the spot, "Think it'll be best for you two to win," he said pointing at the twins. They both uttered a 'yes' under their breath. But to their disappointment Damien still looked menacingly happy about something. They would find out why later...